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Slow, descending panic. That's all. I have to think of something else or I'll spill bits of myself all over the carpet. Stupid school.
Ottawa was great by the way, despite the fact that there are a couple of hours missing from Friday night. Turns out that although tequila shots are really fun, they kill my brain cells very easily. No more tequila for me. EVER AGAIN. Except in margaritas. Cause they're good.
I'm glad Nat has a nice boyfriend, and I kinda wish I'd joined her in Ottawa because my french may be patheic, but I love listening to other people speak it and getting a little thrill out of the fact that I can understand them...
Also, I now totally crave a digital camera. Damn you all, digital camera owners!